(Mike is combing his now not so blonde hair in the mirror. He's now more of a brunette with a red stroke along the front. Lexsi is on her phone, walks in, and flinches)
Lexsi: Mike!
Mike: What? Oh, hey Lex!
Lexsi: Y-y-y-y-...
Mike: What? Are you overstimulated or-
Lexsi: Your HAIR!
Mike: Oh, this? I wore it out.
Lexsi: How?
Mike: I dunno... It just happened. Now I'm a radical rockstar from the nineties, yeah!
(Lexsi taps some buttons)
Lexsi: Guys, look at this!
(Flash to the SOL lounge or something I imagine it with a living room or some shit)
(Jonah, Joel, Emily, Gypsy, Crow, and Tom are all playing Risk. They see the view screen)
Joel: Hey, guys, look who it is!
Crow: Mike! Lex! Long time no see!
(Back to Lexsi and Mike)
Lexsi: LOOK AT THIS!
(back to lounge area. All scream out of surprise)
Crow: Mike, I've seen the NANITES do better with hairstyles, but this is absurd!
(Back)
Mike: I wore it out! Why is everyone freaking out?
(back to lounge. Emily is now blonde)
Emily: What?
BEEP BEEP
Mike and Lexsi: OH WE GOT STORY SIGN!
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the MST3K gang riffs on bad stories i made when i was like nine
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